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Feb 22, 2012 12:40:23 GMT -5
Post by johan on Feb 22, 2012 12:40:23 GMT -5
 Time was young last night When I turned off the light Now that daylight rises Gray mist is in my eyes Trees that I watched grow Now have thickened branches With warts and swollen elbows I noticed old decayed bird's nests They had fledglings in last night Or did they? Was that last year? Time was young last night, I'm sure I know! I slept past daylight Then I walked down past the pier Ambled past the graveyard Where I stopped and read a gravestone But the words seemed not to clear As I read the written epitaph Time seemed to stop Time was young last night When I turned out the light |
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Feb 23, 2012 10:46:22 GMT -5
Post by rrw on Feb 23, 2012 10:46:22 GMT -5
Johan, this is one of the best poems on getting older... wonderfully fresh approach to it. The phrasing and imagery are the star of this show. Really appreciate this one. AND so:  |
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Feb 23, 2012 18:43:20 GMT -5
Post by diasdoano on Feb 23, 2012 18:43:20 GMT -5
The way you deal with such a matter is precise and noble ! I enjoyed  , and thank you for it ! DomÃcio. |
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Feb 23, 2012 19:33:00 GMT -5
Post by jbstillwater on Feb 23, 2012 19:33:00 GMT -5
Andrew!!!!! I love this poem....
"Time was young last night
When I turned out the light"
Yes, it has been written about many times but I think this is one of the best!
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Feb 25, 2012 16:32:04 GMT -5
Post by michaelgallatin on Feb 25, 2012 16:32:04 GMT -5
Let's share a  my dear friend to youth and life and love! We all grow old Andrew and at times, like here, I marvel at all that's come to pass, both good and bad, and how I could ever have wound up how and where I am now. I agree with your other readers, some sense of loss here, perhaps a touch of sadness. But beyond that you approach growing old with grace and understanding. You ever need a friend to share your feelings on aging and on life, pal I'm here! Bless you, Mike  |
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Feb 26, 2012 12:57:31 GMT -5
Post by purplespirit on Feb 26, 2012 12:57:31 GMT -5
What a wonderful poem Andrew! Though a touch of melancholy is laying between the lines, it shows aging in grace and without any bitterness. We all sometimes struggle with aging but since we cannot escape it, best is to hold up our head, keep faith in our heart and walk the rocky path with confidence to be guided and with grace to have come as far as this. I truly admire your writing and this one really is on top, thank you! Ursula xx
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Feb 26, 2012 21:57:28 GMT -5
Post by thomasruffin on Feb 26, 2012 21:57:28 GMT -5
very nice ... flows smoothly and is easy on the reader .... an economy of words that, together, say much more than what meets the eye. content is universally worthy of attention
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my dear friend to youth and life and love! We all grow old Andrew and at times, like here, I marvel at all that's come to pass, both good and bad, and how I could ever have wound up how and where I am now. I agree with your other readers, some sense of loss here, perhaps a touch of sadness. But beyond that you approach growing old with grace and understanding. You ever need a friend to share your feelings on aging and on life, pal I'm here!
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echoes, hope you all are doing well 
